1 am.

1 am.
My head out the window,
Gazing at the stars.
I pray for the day,
When I finally get to see you,
To see your smiling face.
You not being around,
Leaves me emotionless.
My mind, blank.
My heart, empty.
My life, pointless.
As minutes go by,
I wonder,
Will you ever come?
Will I ever meet you?
Will God ever hear my prayer?
I imagine you walking down the street,
Stopping infront of my house.
I look at you from my window,
Happiness filling my body.
As I return to reality,
A thought crosses my mind:
I wont have to worry,
About you not showing up.
For if a love as true as mine,
Is found inside your heart,
You'll be throwing pebbles,
At my window,
Waiting for me to open up.
And when I do,
You'll tell me of this love,
That is so true,
Even though it is,
1 am.

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